Nicole's POV
My fingers hovered over the phone screen for a moment before I finally pressed Zara’s number. I didn’t know if she was awake after last night’s chaos, but I had to check on her.
“Hello?” Zara’s voice came, still rough from sleep, but there was an unmistakable excitement in it.
“Your birthday is finally over,” I said softly, smiling despite myself. “I just wanted to make sure you survived the night.”
“Nicole! I survived, barely!” she groaned dramatically. “You have no idea… my head is pounding, and I think I drank more than my body could handle.”
I laughed. “Yeah… I could tell. You went all out yesterday. I hope you had fun, though.”
“I had the best time,” she said, her voice brightening. “The music, the club, the people… everything was perfect! I can’t believe you came
